Considering the lingering doubts people have about the inn, An Ge will only be trading instant food for this transaction. They can expand their trading scope once the inn has gained wider acceptance.
When they left two days later, as agreed, they filled the entire truck with goods until it was overflowing.
All items are marked with the inn's unique logo on their packaging, somewhat like the Chinese knot from a bygone era. The craftsmanship is currently impossible to imitate, so it serves both to promote the inn and to prevent counterfeiting.
Zhao Yong felt a little regretful. He and his colleagues had all tasted those foods, and it was no exaggeration to say that they would be snapped up as soon as they were put on the market. He decided to prepare more funds and come back to buy more next time.
Shen Qinghe twisted her handkerchief, looking at An Ge with eyes full of reluctance, and said, "Sister Manager, can I come here again in the future?"
An Ge felt as if she had become a heartless man. She clenched her fist uncomfortably, coughed a few times as if to say, "How can an inn not welcome guests? You can come anytime."
Shen Qinghe finally smiled, and she said she would definitely find an opportunity to come again in the future.
The caravan set off again.
Inside the carriage, Old Mrs. Shen seemed to have become several years younger, and her back pain had lessened considerably.
"No wonder it's a place where immortals live; I slept so comfortably," said Old Lady Shen, watching the inn recede into the distance.
Shen Qinghe said with a matter-of-fact expression, "Of course, what the shopkeeper brought out was no ordinary item."
"You have no manners!" Old Mrs. Shen said, feigning anger, then looked at her granddaughter closely and said, "I think you look a bit fairer today."
Shen Qinghe happily touched her face; she felt she had become fairer. There were still two weeks until they left the capital, and she wanted to give her parents and brother a surprise then.
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